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#ThrowbackThursday ~ Leap The Wild Water by Jenny Lloyd #Histfic #BookReview
Many thanks to @CathyRy for this reminder of my first novel, Leap the Wild Water, the writing of which was an absolute joy and will stay with me forever…
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A Hundred Tiny Threads.
A Hundred Tiny Threads.
Today, I am delighted to have my fellow author, Judith Barrow, as a guest on my blog. Judith’s new book, A Hundred Tiny Threads, has just been published. It is a prequel to her historical family saga, and I’m sure it will gain her many new fans. So that you can get to know her a little better, I’ve invited her to this interview. Welcome, Judith. Tell us a little about yourself and your…
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Puddles of sunlight on bare-bleached scatterings of harvested fields…
Rich red-brown fields turned upside-down by farmer’s plough…
Sheep spattered fields and slopes, Llanafan’s hills dappled by cloud-shadows. Country lanes winding lazily from farms to village and away, again, over the rises and falls of the rolling landscape to distant mountains, lush with green bracken, where Garnwen cwtches in Drygarn’s lap…
Tormentil beneath me, steep gorges on either side. Above my head, the skylarks singing their songs of joy…
Today, I am free, to wander without purpose or cause…
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Breezes stir the mountain grasses from their slumbers, and they whisper to me of things I cannot understand or know, of the great wisdom of the earth that lies just beyond my reach.
Jenny Lloyd is the Welsh author of The Megan Jones trilogy; historical novels set in early, 19th century, rural Wales.
You can read about the books or purchase them by clicking on the links below.
Leap the Wild Water: http://ow.ly/jEoi302jXkd
The Calling of the Raven: http://ow.ly/4uRO302jXmd
Anywhere the Wind Blows: http://ow.ly/73tq302Ov71
You can also follow the author:
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A solitary wanderer upon the Epynt mountain. Puddles of sunlight on bare-bleached scatterings of harvested fields... Rich red-brown fields turned upside-down by farmer's plough...
On this day in 1853. #Wales #history
On this day in 1853. #Wales #history
On the evening of the 9th July, 1853, the residents of the Duhonw valley of our local Epynt mountain had no idea of the terrifying events which were about to unfold. On the banks of the Duhonw brook stood a little cottage called Dolfach. A Mrs Lawrence lived there with her daughter and two grandchildren, and a maidservant. Mrs Lawrence farmed 25 acres around the cottage. A 164 years ago, it would…
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Last week, plans for a wind farm on my old stomping ground were rejected by all but one member of the planning committee. Before I left the area in 2013, I took some photographs, just in case the wind farm got the go ahead and this landscape I loved so much was lost forever.
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I also wrote in my journal about walking there…
Ripples of sunlight reflect off a quicksilver brook, swollen by heavy rain.
The chattering of water tumbling over stones.
Sheep pause their languid grazing to gaze with idle curiosity, wondering why I am wandering in such wilderness as this.
I walk along the hallowed road that echoes with the footsteps of ancient drovers.
The old road winds far away, up and over the hills, farther than the eye can see.
I cannot walk such ancient roads without thinking of those who have trod here long before me.
In my mind, I hear the hollow notes of distant cow bells ringing, and the drover’s voice a-calling ‘hey-hope, hey-hope’.
Over the rise he appears, in broad-brimmed hat and oiled long coat, with his herd of cattle and a gaggle of geese with their feet all tarred and feathered.
I turn away from the ancient path to walk farther still into the mists of history, along the side of a tinkling brook, towards the remains of a settlement and hill fort, older still in its origins.
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Faint are the outlines of stone wall boundaries, and crumbled are the circles of stones which once were ancient dwellings.
I sit among the scattered stones where hearths once warmed chilled bones.
There is no sound in this sheltered place but the wind whispering through the grasses and a buzzard mewling overhead.
I feel the tug of time spinning backwards, weaving the thread of my life into the fabric of the ancients.
Wherever I go from here, I shall carry the memory of this place with me until I, too, am no more.
Like the drovers and the Celts, we are all but passing through….
Jenny Lloyd is the Welsh author of The Megan Jones trilogy; historical novels set in early, 19th century, rural Wales.
You can read about the books or purchase them by clicking on the links below.
Leap the Wild Water: http://ow.ly/jEoi302jXkd
The Calling of the Raven: http://ow.ly/4uRO302jXmd
Anywhere the Wind Blows: http://ow.ly/73tq302Ov71
You can also follow the author:
Twitter; https://twitter.com/jennyoldhouse
Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/jennylloydauthor
Pinterest; http://www.pinterest.com/jennyoldhouse
Walking with the ancients. Last week, plans for a wind farm on my old stomping ground were rejected by all but one member of the planning committee.
Running with the wind.
Take my hand with your back to the wind that would sweep you from your feet if it could. Watch with me as the swallows swoop and the buzzard rides the air-waves. See how they go with the flow and don’t fight against that which cannot be fought. Take my hand and we’ll run with the wind as if we were never broken.
Yes, take my hand and I’ll lead you there where broken hearts are healed and sealed, for there it is the skylarks rise and fall to rise again. And they’ll sing to you as they sing to me of hope and eternal promise; that out of sadness joy can rise, again, and again, and again.
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Jenny Lloyd is the Welsh author of The Megan Jones trilogy; historical novels set in early, 19th century, rural Wales.
You can read about the books or purchase them by clicking on the links below.
Leap the Wild Water: http://ow.ly/jEoi302jXkd
The Calling of the Raven: http://ow.ly/4uRO302jXmd
Anywhere the Wind Blows: http://ow.ly/73tq302Ov71
You can also follow the author:
Twitter; https://twitter.com/jennyoldhouse
Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/jennylloydauthor
Pinterest; http://www.pinterest.com/jennyoldhouse
Running with the wind. Running with the wind. Take my hand with your back to the wind that would sweep you from your feet if it could.
Now she is gone.
Now she is gone.
Now She is Gone. Be fair, she never promised you roses or lazy days, romancing in the sun. That was the thing about her, she never made promises she knew she couldn’t keep. She promised you nothing but look at all she gave you when she turned up at your door, her arms full of violets, stitchwort, primroses, celandines, cowslips and purple bugle. She even brought you wild strawberry flowers. She…
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You know how it is when you’ve got every thing planned for a great day out, right down to the last ingredient of that picnic you’re going to have? And then things begin to go wrong…
Believe me, it takes courage to drive alone along the mountain road from Abergwesyn to Tregaron. I’d put off this journey so many times over the past few weeks, waiting for the ideal weather that so rarely arrives in Wales, i.e. a day when that bleakest of roads would not be shrouded in mist or fog. In the best of weathers it is a road as remote as any you’ll find in Wales. From the steep hair-pin bends of the aptly named Devil’s Staircase onward, the road twists and turns through an ever bleaker landscape of desolate moors and mountain waterfalls…
The road seems to go on forever and just as you’re thinking this can’t be right, you must have taken a wrong turn, you come across the reassuring sight of a telephone box in the middle of nowhere…
Eventually, the road threw me out in Tregaron where I heaved a great sigh of relief. But my destination was a remote valley beyond Strata Florida, so my adventure had hardly begun. I was on a mission to get photos of some remote ruins where my ancestors lived. It was a long way up that valley until the road peters out into rough track. So I parked up in this gorgeous location…
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All seemed to be going well until I needed to take a footpath off this track and cross the river. The river, of course, was in flood after all the rain we’ve had – something I hadn’t thought of before setting out. It was far too deep and fast-flowing to cross. Dashing and bothering, I take a few pics before heading back to the car. In the picture below on the right, up in the distance; that’s the torrent of the river cascading further up the valley.
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It is a stunningly beautiful valley, all the same, and worth the drive over even if I hadn’t achieved my goal, I think to myself as I head back to the car.
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The plan from here is to drive up another valley the other side of the mountain in search of some more ancestral ruins. I’ve got a picnic lunch to take with me. I turn the key in the ignition. Cough, cough, splutter. I turn the ignition again and still the damn thing won’t start. Oh, that horrible feeling of dread when you realise you’re a long, long way from the nearest garage and a whole lot further from home. I was up the creek with no paddle, so to speak, and at this point, bricking it. I turned the ignition again, my foot pumping that pedal like no tomorrow and willing the damned thing to start. To my enormous relief, the engine sprang into life. Having got the thing started there was no way I was going to stop anywhere else for fear of not getting it started again. So, I just kept going, back over that desolate mountain road. Oh, what joy it was to have descended the Devil’s Staircase and find myself back in familiar territory, well on the way to home…
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So, it was no picnic, all in all. And I’ll have to do the whole thing again – when the rivers are not in flood and I’ve had the dodgy battery replaced in my car. I’ll let you know how I get on!
Jenny Lloyd is the Welsh author of The Megan Jones trilogy; historical suspense novels set in early, 19th century, rural Wales.
You can read about the books or purchase them by clicking on the links below.
Leap the Wild Water: http://ow.ly/jEoi302jXkd
The Calling of the Raven: http://ow.ly/4uRO302jXmd
Anywhere the Wind Blows: http://ow.ly/73tq302Ov71
You can also follow the author:
Twitter; https://twitter.com/jennyoldhouse
Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/jennylloydauthor
Pinterest; http://www.pinterest.com/jennyoldhouse
Up the creek and bricking it in the wilds of Wales. You know how it is when you've got every thing planned for a great day out, right down to the last ingredient of that picnic you're going to have?
My Series of #FamilySaga Authors. Today with Jenny Lloyd #MondayBlogs
My Series of #FamilySaga Authors. Today with Jenny Lloyd #MondayBlogs
Source: My Series of #FamilySaga Authors. Today with Jenny Lloyd #MondayBlogs
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Top Reads of 2016 #Books #AmReading #TuesdayBookBlog
Over the moon to find Anywhere the Wind Blows on this reviewer’s top-reads list of 2016
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The worst Christmas ever?
The worst Christmas ever?
Apparently, storm Barbara is heading for the British Isles just in time for Christmas with the risk of disruption to transport and power supplies and some possible structural damage. The one thing we all share, wherever we are in the world, is our powerlessness in the face of severe weather. For our ancestors, the consequences were far more devastating. It’s a sobering thought, but exactly 200…
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A Call to Arms. #Powys #Wales #sayNOtowindfarms #Cymru
I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing held sacred anymore in this world of endlessly growing consumption, fueled by the greed of a minority and their pursuit of wealth by any means. Many of you may not have heard what the Welsh Government and Powys are now planning for us, the people of Breconshire and Radnorshire. Their ‘further focussed changes’ (October 2016) development plan…
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Honouring the dead.
Bryngwynfel, my mother’s birthplace. The view from above Tyn-y-beili, where my mother grew up. It is the anniversary of my mother’s death and I thought it would be a good time to share a particular family story she told me, because it is one that has been passed on by word of mouth through three mothers – my mother, her mother, and now me. It is a story which had remained untold since her own…
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Anywhere The Wind Blows (Megan Jones Trilogy #3) #TuesdayBookBlog #Historical Fiction @jennyoldhouse
Anywhere The Wind Blows (Megan Jones Trilogy #3) #TuesdayBookBlog #Historical Fiction @jennyoldhouse
Book reviewer, Cathy Ryan, capturing the essence and intent of Anywhere the Wind Blows with this wonderful review.
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Guest Review - The Megan Jones Trilogy: Jenny Lloyd
Guest Review – The Megan Jones Trilogy: Jenny Lloyd
I’m delighted to welcome author Valerie Poore on my blog today as a guest reviewer Val’s Review:- The Megan Jones Trilogy by Jenny Lloyd I’ve just finishe… Source: Guest Review – The Megan Jones Trilogy: Jenny Lloyd
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#FridayBookShare ~ Anywhere The Wind Blows by Jenny Lloyd @jennyoldhouse #Historical Fiction @ShelleyWilson72
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What would you do if you had to walk in this man's shoes?
What would you do if you had to walk in this man’s shoes?
Like most writers, I am fascinated by what makes people tick. If you have read my novel, Leap the Wild Water, you will know Morgan is one of its central characters. He is trying and failing to do what is right, and living with the consequences of having acted against his own conscience. He knows he has done his sister a great wrong and the consequences of that wrong are on-going. Yet, it is only…
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